A week had gone by. It was a monday, Travis was at school. He had been gone, he hadnt been home or seen sal. No one had known where hed went.
But he looked fine, Well kinda. He was really thin but other than that he was fine. So it was known he wasnt kidnapped or anything.
Once sal had seen travis he ran up to him. "Dude you fucking left and didnt call me or text me.. You really worried me i thought something had happened to you. You scared me asshole" Sal elbowed him.
Travis laughed. "Im sorry- I was with my grandma for a few days was all.." He spoke.
Sal knew travis didnt seem well. He slowly took travs hand for a moment. "You really worry me.." He sighed.
Travis looked down at their hands. He had this feeling before. But only with him. His chest was slightly pounding and his stomach was turning.
He rubbed his thumb against sals hand. Then pulled back as he seen todd coming over. Sliding his hands in his pocket "Ill see you sal i should go..." He walked away slowly.It was a little moment between the two. A little gentle moment but it ment alot to travis. Finding out everything about his father has been stressful. But it was so worth it to see sal.
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The school day was over, Travis hadnt been home but his father was gone for a few weeks. For a church thing. Travis hadnt bought a word of whatever he had told him.
Travis was meeting sal outside the school. Well not just sal. The gang was going To the carnival and sal didnt have a buddy so he invited travis. And travis didnt wanna go at first but sal convinced him.
"Hey trav, took you long enough your slow as shit" Sal spoke
"Bro i was trying but that one girl wouldnt leave me alone about some dumbass stuff-" He replied.
The group walked off but sal and travis walked to sals place. Sal wanted to change and put on something warmer before he left. And travis followed. The walk was awkwardly silent.Sal slowly grabbed travs hand again. Holding it.
".. Trav you dont seem good, theres like something going on with you. Its worrying me alot.."
Sal spoke squeezing his hand to let him know he was okay.Oh boy.
"Im okay, i just. My father and stuff but hes gone for a bit so im alright now. Just didnt sleep well.."
"bull shit." Sal said
"I just.. Why do you help me? Why do you care? I dont fucking get it. Like why are you nice to me. Its so weird because i used to bully you and fucking treat you like shit and your always so kind. You keep caring about me and it also scares me because no one has cared about me and it feels weird that you genuinely wanna know whats the matter with me." He blurted out finally. He took a deep breath after
"Sorry.. sal.. i didnt mean to like..-"
Before travis could finish. Sal pressed his prosthetic lips against travs hand. It wasnt his actual lips. But travis still felt the same effect. So woozy and dizzy. But it felt so warm and fuzzy. Sal was being so gentle with him.
He never had this. Never. In these moments where he was frustrated or had feelings of anger Or just pent up thoughts he would get yelled at. Or beaten. His emotions would be rejected. But sal was gentle. It made travis melt.
"I understand.. And.. Dont be sorry okay.. Dont be sorry for your feelings. For being you. You took it out on me and it was long ago. I forgave you.. And i dont regret it either you have been so helpful, a really great friend."
Sal whispered.Travis looked at him. Chewing on his lip. He wanted to so badly just say it. Sal, i like you. Ive always have and i feel so gross about it so so gross because i shouldnt have thoughts like that. But you make it so hard. When your gentle. When you hold my hand or squeeze it to make me feel better. When you kiss my hand. When you speak in a calm voice and you dont yell.
But when he tried to say something nothing came out. He just squeezed sals hand tightly as he felt a few tears slip down. Sal leaned his head against his shoulder as they walked to sals alartment for the carnival.
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Your my missing home..//Salvis fanfic!//
HorrorThis story is about a boy. A boy with blonde hair, his name is travis. Travis never belived that he was able to feel safe. To have a home that made him feel happy and wanted. He never had that special home. Even from childhood he didnt have it good...